Cycle of Life...
After the rotted shell of a decayed tree falls to the ground, it begins to decay. After it has rotted completely, it becomes one with the soil that it once towered over, and thus nourishes it for the next generation. Long after the soil has been readied, new seeds will come along, carried with the wind, rain, and animals, to, once again, create a tree. The process for the new tree to grow will take time and patience, and most of the sprouts planted will not make it to the end.
But the one seed that does survive will grow again, into a mighty tree that towers young and fresh over the others. That is the way of the circle. That is the Cycle of Life.
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Luna and Celestia remained the rulers of Equestria for centuries to come. As the princess proclaimed by Equesalis herself, Luna took over most of the responsibilities, and ponies began to frolic and play during her night.
Seeing her loyal day-wakers drifting, Celestia panicked.
When her jealousy took over her soul, she became a monster. She... she became Daymare Sol.
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In reluctance, Luna was forced to use the Elements one last time, to banish her sister to the sun, where she would serve out a Thousand year sentence.
She then locked the Elements away, behind a heavily bolted door, hoping never to hear of them again.
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For nine hundred and seventy-seven long, brutal years, Luna ruled Equestria and her beloved subjects alone. With no sisters, no brother, not even the ancient and beloved Eos and Galaxia for company.
She was... Truly alone...
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Then, on the Nine Hundred and Seventy-Eighth year, on the very day of their Eldest sister's passing, a small package arrived, addressed to the Princess herself...
Opening this package, Luna was not sure what she was supposed to expect; subjects regularly sent gifts of thanks to her... it was an honor to give a gift to a Princess...
What she was sure of, is that what she found was not what she ever would have guessed. Not at all.
The package came with a note:
Dearest sister of the Night,
It has been to long since we have seen each other, but I do not expect that we shall ever meet again. It's... there are to many bad... poisoned... memories.
I will do my best to make this letter as brief and painless for both of us as possible. I have heard of the fate of beloved Celestia, and am sure you anxiously await her return within the coming years. But this, alas, is not the duty of this package...
For these... thousands of years in which we have been separated, I have been working on a project.
She is not like us... She is fragile... mortal... She is like us in many ways, but will only last for the average life span of a normal pony.
She is composed of the strands of mane and tail found in the bedroom... I have spent many, many years perfecting my technique, and have finally mastered it, and she has been created.
You will care for her, and raise her as a Princess. She will never know of my existence, and I do not expect that you will ever hear of me again.
Consider this, a parting gift, a gift that will finally make everything better between us.
Take good care of our sister, Luna.
Forever mourning the loss of our family,
~Flamentia
As Luna tore her gaze away from the letter, her eyes rested once again on the tiny foal in the box. Aloud, she spoke,
"You shall be called Mi Amore Cadenza, meaning "My Love, Cadenza," In honor of our lost and forgotten sister, Equesalis. You shall be raised as a Princess, and will live your life to its fullest. Welcome, sister, welcome, Cadence... Welcome to your new life... Your rebirth..."
Blinking her eyes, the pale pink filly stared up at the Princess of the Night in wonder, in awe at the beautiful flowing mane.
She has potential, thought Luna, She will make a fine Princess, and I will ensure that she has the very best...
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Author's Note- Well, I hope it wasn't to obvious... I don't think it was.... Hope you like! As always, and comments, questions, suggestions, or concerns are appreciated and welcome! :P
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